Get On Home — The Steve Miller Band

I wish I were an apple Swingin' in an apple tree Every time my baby came by She'd take a bite of me

Tell me that she loves me Call me sugar plum Throw her arms around me Till I thought my time had come

You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) I'm gonna marry you some day

You know I love you honey Love your kisses, too There isn't a thing in this whole darn world That I would not do for you

Take me to the parlor, baby Cool me with your fan I swear you are the sweetest thing In the sight of mortal man

You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) I'm gonna marry you some day

You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) I'm gonna marry you some day

Where you come darling It must be from down south I can tell, I can tell, I can tell pretty mama By the bees buzzin' 'round your mouth

Now way over yonder On yonder's wall Get down with me darling Get down y'all

You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get, you better get on home) I'm gonna marry you some day

You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get, you better get on home) I'm gonna marry you some day

You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get on home) You better get on home (You better get, you better get on home) I'm gonna marry you some day